The Lord doth take, and the Lord doth provide
Lord let me make it over to the other side
Send me a vessel, send me an ark
Lead me to the light, out of the dark

I was born at the mouth of the mighty Snake
Nigh 14 when the Lord doth spake
Spake, spake to me his son
Said, “Go to the jungle to lead the heathen.”

I was one and twenty when I arrived
Bible in my hand and wife at my side
Sin, sin at every turn
The fires of hell close enough to burn

My pretty young wife, God save her soul
She fell right into that firey hole
I caught her in the arms of a native man
She must have been charmed by Satan’s hand

With a righteous wrath and a holy sword
I severed their heads in the name of the Lord
Lord, Lord they got me on the run
Send an angel for your humble son

By the banks of the river, hiding in the trees
I can hear the pounding of a hundred heathen feet
The Lord doth take and the Lord doth provide
Lord let me make it over to the other side